Scions of the Undead

The Final Moment

The Undead Horde's Main Camp, Central Tent. A silver-haired nobleman slammed the table in anger, "Damn it! These cunning orcs are eager when it comes to taking, but when it's time to exert effort, they hide away. If tomorrow's battle is the same, they might as well get lost. Tullister, did you see Sith just now? What did he say?"

"Honorable Elder, Sith said we should rest assured. They will definitely hold the eastern front and not let the humans advance a single step," replied a handsome young man from the Lister family respectfully.

"Holding the front, huh? Who would have thought there'd be such a smooth talker among the orcs. Their front is a joke; the humans haven't even launched a decent attack on them," the silver-haired nobleman gritted his teeth.

The young man from the Lister family lowered his head, surprised to see Chief Elder Hawkins so furious. He couldn't help but smirk inwardly. He wasn't worried about this war; the human emperor only had a few thousand soldiers left, and they were out of arrows and food. In a few days, they would be wiped out. By then, the human reinforcements would retreat in despair.

"Yue Qinghun, have you found out which troops arrived last night?" Hawkins turned to another young man.

"Honorable Elder, it has been confirmed. The reinforcements last night were the elite wolf riders from the northern border. They raided our camp and have contacted the human emperor. However, after we tightened our encirclement, they didn't break through immediately but camped at Juma Slope, seemingly looking for an opportunity."

"The wolf riders, one of the three elite forces on the continent?" Hawkins's face changed. "Could it be that the battle at Wolf City is over? Impossible. If that were the case, Sith wouldn't be so calm. They were supposed to be fighting the orc guard brigade at Wolf City. How did they get here?"

"Do you know how many troops they have?" Hawkins asked again.

"From what we can see, there are no more than three thousand wolf riders at Juma Slope," Yue Qinghun answered.

Hawkins breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Guo Zizhong didn't dare to go all out. Otherwise, with the orcs being lazy and unwilling to exert themselves, it would be a real problem. Among the forces dispatched by the Divine Republic this time, the only ones who could match the wolf riders were the 'Temple Knights,' but they suffered heavy losses in the Divine Punishment War and were no longer a match for the wolf riders.

"Very well, Yue Qinghun, continue to investigate and find out if there are any hidden forces among the human reinforcements," Hawkins said, giving the young man a meaningful look. "Yue Qinghun, as the youngest genius of the Blind God Clan, you must work hard. If you can redeem yourself, the Blind God Clan might have a chance to return to Bruda City."

"Yes, Honorable Elder," Yue Qinghun replied respectfully, bowing his head.

Hawkins turned his gaze back to the young man from the Lister family, who was staring at Yue Qinghun with undisguised mockery and jealousy. As a member of the Blind God Clan affected by the Divine Punishment War, Tullister had always been resentful of Yue Qinghun's favored status.

Hawkins couldn't help but smile slightly, "Tullister, did you get any information from the human prisoners?"

"Honorable Elder, we did obtain significant information. It is said that the Governor of the Northern Border, Guo Zizhong, has arrived at the human camp and has taken command of the human reinforcements."

"That is not surprising. From today's attack rhythm of the human legions, it indeed bears Guo Zizhong's style," Hawkins nodded. "But even if Guo Zizhong is here, it won't matter. Under the Yin Mountain, no matter how good a commander is, they won't have room to maneuver. We have the advantage of terrain, and they won't stand a chance. Tullister, keep an eye on Sith and make sure he actively engages in battle. Tell him that if he lets the human emperor escape, he won't escape the wrath of the Beast Emperor."

"Yes, Honorable Elder."

The war continued in despair.

Every morning, the humans launched a fixed attack on the allied forces, always targeting the Undead Horde while only harassing the orc troops. The orc troops enjoyed good food and drink daily without much effort, living leisurely. As for Juma Slope, due to the stubborn defense led by the wolf riders, the allied forces made no significant progress. After all, during the day, the Undead Horde was tormented by the frenzied humans outside the valley. Initially, they hoped the orc troops would help, but those fools were unwilling to exert themselves, leading to a temporary stalemate on both fronts. However, a stalemate was always unfavorable for the humans. Time was of the essence.

Both sides repeated the cycle of attack and rest day after day.

After five days, even the heavens seemed to have had enough. The sky suddenly darkened, and a light drizzle began to fall. Expecting a ceasefire, the humans' infantry corps appeared at the valley entrance again. Without needing a call, the Undead Horde had already formed their ranks. On the other side, the orc troops began to light fires and cook, busy as ever.

In front of the Undead Horde, the human legions launched another charge, and the battle quickly reached a fever pitch. By now, it was a test of both sides' willpower. Whoever could hold out to the end would be the victor. Perhaps there was no true victor, for facing the well-rested orc troops, the human and undead legions were like two beggars tearing at each other. In the end, the orc troops would reap the benefits.

But what could be done? The human legions were stubborn, relentlessly attacking the Undead Horde while showing no interest in the orc troops. Did the humans not realize that even if they won countless battles, they would ultimately face defeat? Everyone began to doubt Guo Zizhong's intelligence. Even the Bright Emperor at Juma Slope thought Guo Zizhong was merely doing his best, and once the reinforcements were exhausted, he might as well slit his own throat.

The battlefield was filled with deafening shouts and cries, and the intensity of the battle was evident without even looking.

"Go and urge that bastard Sith again. If he doesn't send troops today, he can prepare to collect his own corpse," Hawkins angrily ordered his subordinates.

In contrast to Hawkins's grim demeanor, Guo Zizhong in the human camp was calm and composed. He looked at the standing legion commanders and smiled slightly, "You've been asking me when this will end. I can tell you now, today is the day. No matter the outcome, life or death, it will be decided today. The final assault has begun. Today, against the Undead Horde, none of us are allowed to retreat. Anyone who retreats will face military justice."

Guo Zizhong spoke lightly, but the commanders stood straight and firm, "Governor, rest assured. There's no need to mention military justice. If we retreat even half a step today, we'll bring our own heads to you."

Guo Zizhong looked around at the commanders. Those who stood here were survivors of countless battles. They might not have been the empire's elite initially, but now, tempered by war, they were undoubtedly the empire's finest. However, after today, how many of them would remain?

Looking at these loyal soldiers, thinking of the imminent battle, Guo Zizhong felt a surge of emotion. He stood up abruptly, "Very well, since that's the case, I won't be pretentious. It is my honor to live and die with you. After finishing this cup, let's go kill the enemy together."

He downed his strong drink, smashed the cup, donned his battle helmet, and waved his hand, "Move out."